The Eastsidaz

( tray-dee )
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from east long beach to west south central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
Dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow
You know that west coast low mentality
Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but guard the spot
Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot
Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha
Pick about the thickest bitch and i gots to hav ha
It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho
You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po
Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride

( hook, snoop )
If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up
And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up

( goldie loc )
It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat
Sounds like battlecat been upstairs wit zapp
And the nockin don't stop
I hope nobody don't call the cops
It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block
Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked
You think i'm trippin fool i ain't bullshittin
You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction
Watch out for the friction
Dis west coast on mine
And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen
Dogg house style cuz i'm a gangsta crip
C-walkin holdin on the extra clip
Now you wanna be a frend
But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
You wanna go toe to toe
Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no

( butch cassidy )
I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me
And when i seen enuff i guess dats when i'll free sumbody
Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me
I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby

( snoop dogg )
I'm a long beach east side mad ass lunatic
Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip
On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know
We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit
Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich
Under the sun with the young 2 ones tlc's and all the dpg's
Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now
You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now
It take a hole lot to be snoop d-o-dub
You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up
All star shoes with the g apparel
If i fall in the club i mite bust a pair of stacy adams
You neva catch me lookin r&b
I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way og
Blazin a ounce with the homie cat
Or ruff dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map
I keep it gangsta for sho do lo
And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke
For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all
Let me hit sumthin dogg
Beware of my clique
We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit

( hook )

( snoop talkin )
Dogg house sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies
Tray-dee, goldie loc
My nigga battlecat on the beat huslas for life
West side
You can't spell the west without the e-s
Ah yes we connectin y'all
Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )
And we out ( see ya, see your )

Hook: kokane and nate dogg
I was born... coming up from the ghetto
Where the og's never let go
This is somethin i had to know
Had to be real sneaky
Watched niggas that tried to creep on me
Stay away from the ones that's sheisty
That's what my momma always told me
When ya livin on the eastside, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
I never knew what my life would be, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'll show what i'm talkin bout, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
When ya comin from the eastside, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
I see you takin bills

[kam]
I'm ready to ride, ready to roll
Ay check this mack i bet you're boyfriend aint knowin
That i'm steadily blowin your back out
Watch me track out on these niggas and bounce out on these hoes
Get at em like "what's up trick" you know how it goes
It's friday night, the club is about to close
And i was lookin fabulous
So i, got up to stretch 'bout to catch me one of these stragglers
True eastside dogs, and we barkin not simpin
Yo holmes 'bout that time to start this parking lot pimpin
I keep that thang, huh, posted in the same spot
Nothin but my khaki shorts, house shoes, boxers and my suede shine
I'm from the home of the riots
That's before the peace died but i'm still hollin out eastside

[goldie loc]
Uhh, what y'all busters gon do
When the pimps, bangers, and hustlers smash on you
It aint about who's sellin the most caine
Put us all together nigga see you run thangs
If you can't hang, stay the fuck out the kitchen
Bitch i'm ghetto fabbed out, so fuck politickin
Waitin for a chance and the shit it never happened
Time is money, and when you get it keep it clackin
All you hear is, with my two inch twist
I keep the goodyear grip, so the dubs don't slip
If you want my claims, i think you besta make a change
So close your eyes when i let my back end hang
I ride til the motherfucking wheels fall off
Domie's got daytons, goldie's got daytons

[tray deee]
All burnt to the turf up in a goddamn fool
Old school motherfucker breakin jaws and rules
Choose to bang, who's to blame but myself and the set
All my peers through the years steady gettin it whet
Give me a rep, that's what i wanted most in my life
Did it all like a hawk, so i'm totin my stripes
Will i quit it, i'm comitted til the day i drop
Slangin rocks, sprayin shots, sayin fuck the cops
Locked up in the chevy and my switches is hot
Gave em pain as i swang on the bitches i sopt
Bandanna on the antenna swangin and ridin
Eastsidin, ghetto life is invitin

[snoop dogg]
Me and my brother had to walk to school
I used to get him he downposed for joe cool
A couple of dickies, with some quarter sacks
Damn cuz i can't believe my kinfolk gave me that
Had a nigga lookin g'd up
With the scarf on my head, stealin sheets on my bed
I seen baloney sandwiches without no motherfuckin bread
I stole a pack of chips with the big homie fred
Now we sippin on some kool aid
I got suspended from school for cussin out the teacher's aid
And now i'm bout to get a whoopin, but you know i'm steady woofin
On the side where they ride the most
Eastside is the beach, westside is the coast
And we ghetto like a motherfuckin hot buttered toast
In the mornin with some government cheese (government cheese)
We keep it ghetto like a nigga shootin dice on his knees
Get your money first rule number one, hello
Livin it up is livin life in the ghetto

Hook

Dogghouse
Gimme some of that g shit goldie loc
Yeah, that's what i'm talkin 'bout
Yeah, check this out y'all, uh huh huh

Hook 2x: snoop dogg
We got snoop dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deee
Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do this like everyday)

[rappin' 4-tay]
Did ya get the dank, did ya get the dank?
Yeah i got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?
V.i.p. status, don't need an apparatus
Cuz the niggas i fuck wit, they all about the cabbage
Down in yellobrick road my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin remys, fillin' jimmies, we goin all out
Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball
They gon be strippin and wigglin ass
Hope you brought your playa pass
Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks
Bigger than big everyday in l.a.
4 tay representin for the whole damn yae, beeyotch

2nd hook: snoop dogg
Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you aint dope you gots to get
The fuck out, that's on the o g d p, (say what)
And that's how it is when you fuckin wit me

[waniac]
Don't matter how you come, use all angles
Ties become tangled when the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, long rangers
Better float like a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes save us, talk about bein playas
On the real we can deal wit you playa haters
We hit the spot, every city got a block
What you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin
Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we claimin
Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, trip loc won't you spit that rap

[trip loc]
Park my shit and jump out, i'm at the homies spot
To see if he floatin with me up to the dogghouse
Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin
This bomb, i'm likin
Holla at my folks i know up in the complex
Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane
Once again it's on, big chiefin
Remind me of the noisiest place
Ladies all over the place, and niggas super laced
How we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one

Hook 2x

[tray deee]
Man i got warrants, bad tax, still sayin fuck it
Headed up to dogghouse swervin in a bucket
Puffin on some bomb from my comrade blue
And got my little bitch catch a contact too
House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin to some soopafly, gettin my smoke on
Nigga goldie loc got the heat on roast it
4 tay on the way plus the twins is posted
Bout to set it off bet it's off the hook
Straight crooks, gettin money off the books
Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin
Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin clubbin

2nd hook

[goldie loc]
Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the money then murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they can't stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit them coppers
I shut em down, doggpound for them bitches
I be seein you with snitches everytime i'm hittin switches
Ice skatin over dicthes
I'm true to the game, plus i'm out to get them riches
I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my bags
I'm saggin so hard i'm tearin up the back of my khakis
I'm tryin to reach my dogg dirty red
But this hoe won't let me know, which way to go
I'm movin slow
My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and i'm gunnin nigga
Doggpound gangsta crip for life
And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn night

Hook 2x

Mobbin, straight billin through the eastside
Never had a site to rhyme, but i'm still mobbin

[goldie loc]
Dope dealers, to the fullest
I keep my glock, stuffed with rocks, so watch out for the bullets
Eastside, young nigga sportin them chucks
Never givin a fuck, so watch out for the come up
Them eastside niggas be the crip, crip, craziest
Ride wit my niggas fool we gon die for this
No need to be a punk just dump when i say so
Empty the clip another block let's go
I don't give a fuck about some posted what
So c slide me the mac so i can rip shit up
We aint finished with this mission so listen to whats crackin
We aint rollin wit you niggas that's scared to do the jackin
The plan don't stop nigga, fuck the cops
If a nigga snitch he the first nigga to drop
That's all my game, we ride like macked up trucks
You know them niggas on the eastside be givin it up
Just blast for me, and i'ma blast for you
When i'm in jail, get cash, and i'ma mash for you
That's on the real homeboy don't let me down
I clown homeboy and i bang the pound

Hook: tray deee
We tha eastsidaz, what define us, is we ridaz
And when we come through real niggas stand beside us
Killers, cutthroats, and knivers
Bringin it the livest, and leavin no survivors
(repeat)

[tray deee]
I still wear the same pair of khakis least three days
Nappy ass french braids and it aint no thang
Hang with motherfuckers wanted for all types of crimes
Plus them little bitty niggas on they bikes wit nines
On the grind no i rhyme nigga times is hard
Got jugs of water buried all across my yard
One time on my line tryin ta find a cause
Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under my balls
Guns cocked, mug shots, cell blocks and locked down
But i done made it too far to stop now
Results of a banger, to most i'ma danger
No hope for those who come to close to the chamber
Bitches lovin i'ma gangster so fuck it
No matta if i hafta i get at em in a bucket
Tuckin in my shirt and all that shit don't work
First look, say i'ma crook that did dirt for the turf
High talk, high walk, when i stalk the street
Gurantee who try to see me come across the feet
It's a eastside lifestyle, wild and foul
Goin out, puttin it down sayin fuck the trial
Aim is to be famous wit major loot
A gang of juice, in case i gots to bring the troops
And everybody know the eastside the craziest
So motherfuckers know it aint no fadin this

Hook 2x

Intro: xzibit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, d o g, what, mr. x to the z, yeah, and kurupt
The kingpin, dogghouse records takin over the shit in the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo

Hook: xzibit
I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee
Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities
(we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off)
I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee
Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions
(we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off

[kurupt]
Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off, hauled off
Blast wit somethin and i breaks all the walls off
Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth
Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket
Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury
Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
Scat, takin three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
Show my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air
Let me put 'bout two in the air
Let me show these motherfuckers that i don't care
It's a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses

[pinky]
It's goin down by the year 2 g
I'm goin be flyin through the hood, duckin, dodgin the heat
My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow, or sleet
Us niggas gon eat, makin troops we creep
Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and
Gun in hand, operation quicksand
Aint tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand
I had to bless the head of a military man
Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan
All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband
Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from iran
Looking from a third eye, i spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like, i know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink

Hook

[cpo]
Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here's cheese
You work your fuckin employees
You know you get all excited like that
Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz i like it like that, bitch
I kill drama, shit get action packed
When i jump out the black stealth bomber
Cuz it's bout, you know, i want the fuckin mansion pad
To heal that bitch sittin on
So don't waste the fuckin cheese that you earn
Rotate the fuckin weed that you burn
Don't fuck with bossy off the glam,
Rollin crack , blow blocks in half

[tray deee]
We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners
Handles all business and pay off the comissioner
Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches
20 inches whippin all we givin hittin switches
Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims if they slippin
Trippin, on the mission and my trigga finga itchin
Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on
No remorse or second thoughts once the clip and the chrome
This is the zone, weak niggas covers get blown
Stoned killers and gorillas want whatever you want
Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang cocked
And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops
We the gang, it's our thang to mash and maintain
Gangbang slang came and aint gon change
All out till we fall out, fuck the world
Dogghouse style with the chucks and curls

Hook

[snoop dogg]
Soldiers..
Gangstaz, gangstaz.. whassup my nigga?
Yeah i'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch mane
It's in her neighborhood
Nah you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good
I trust her dog
Aw nigga shut up nigga, i hear you, don't trip

Well the party didn't start til i walked in
And i probably won't leave until i finish this henn'
But in between time or in the meantime
I slid my bitch in the back do' an she crept in with the nine
We came here together so we can have fun
Me and you baby goin one on one
It's yo' hood so i figure it's good
But if them niggaz start trippin
I ain't trippin shit i ain't hollywood
We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars
With buckshots comin from the homies in the cars
Aww yeah; how y'all wanna play this
Naw hold on let me see how should i say this
The bitch that i was wit tried to set me up
Whatever fuckin reason would they wanna wet me up
And get me up out the bitch wit da heat
And a party wit a gang of off brands and a freak (where you from)
I gotta dust em if i rush em
And these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle (fuck em)
I'ma creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely
Nigga didn't bring damn homie
I wish i woulda, but i didn't
I'm fuckin wit dis hood rat (bullshit ya bullshittin)
That's whats wrong wit niggaz
Steady thinkin wit ya dick, and puttin faith in a bitch
Dogg is chillin, makin a killin
What more can i say? "top billin'"
Thats what i get, i got it good
Crackin bitches in ya hood bitch
Would you stop schemin, and lookin hard
I got a great big bodyguard
So step up if you wanna get hurt
Nigga mad cause i touched under his bitch skirt
I get the money, the money i got
Hoes call me doggy when they feel real hot
That's how it is, ask yo' kids
I stole ya hoe while you was in prison
Jail, for spousal assault
You was jealous it's all your fault
Dogg is chillin, makin a killin
What more can i say? "top billin'"
Shootin dice came up short now i'm doin bad
Lost the coupe and the keys to the caddy
So bad that i'm livin with my momma now
And my bitch done dipped cuz i done run outta chips
I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe
Man to some sucka ass nigga man i'm fallin slow
Can't ain't even call a hoe; i'm feelin smalla loc
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (give it up nigga)
Shit's real; we peel for the meal
Take it, cause once we get it, y'all come kick it
And bring them same skanless bitches (why?)
I got some homegirls layin low in the kitchen
On a mission to keep on dishin all fools
Doggy dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter
Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker

[speaking outro]

[bad azz]
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil he wanna shoot ya
Fuck em they call us niggs i'm tryin to make a livin
Do some touchin, you know i'm pretty good with the bustin
Trustin nothin you can buy if your money in discretion
We'll beat you and car jacks and leave you wit a concussion
We the gang, we mash and blast and maintain
Still the same, just fuckin wit a brand new thang
Bang, bang, take that, nigga 'fore we skirt out
Aint gotta say shit already put the word out
Ya heard how the thang goes down around us
We playas, so haters can't clown around us
On point, big fat blunts and joints
And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a fuck
About you livin let alone you livin it up
Niggas is stuck, i'm tryin to keep my head above water
Not stressed about dyin for a quarter in a shorter
My time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how i'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's all good

Chorus: snoop dogg
You's a nigga when you born, a nigga when you dyin
Nigga quit lyin you's a nigga for life
You's a nigga when you ridin, a nigga when you sidin
Nigga quit tryin you's a nigga for life
You can paint your face and change your nose and buy new clothes
But you know what...
You cant change who the fuck you are
You's a motherfucking nigga for life

[goldie loc]
It's all sowed up, in the lbc
Bitches breakin bread when they see the lil ass gee
I keeps my finga on the trigga cuz i'm down for this bangin shit
Quick to do it for the cause bitch i smash for my dogs
So don't get close to my nine
Cuz if you do you in store to see your nigga do the crime
Sirens goin off, niggas bowin down
Now you know about to rip gut fools ready to clown
Nigga fuck you bitches, and you hoes and you sluts
You tricks don't know what the fuck's up
On the eastside we ride, nigga 24 / 9
Tryin to keep my hands on somethin nigga at all times
Ready for war now that my pockets got bigger
You other fools die when i ride for my niggas
Cuss, bust, and fuss and kick up dust
What you laughin at nigga don't get your bitch ass rushed

Chorus

[tray deee]
As a child i was wild as fuck, and down to dump
And kept a sawed off brown to pump
And my reputation never takin time to thank
Role models, holdin bottles, as we ride and drink
Livin right and plottin how to come up off the bottom
Black stockings in our pockets and i pocket profits
Fuck a school, i tuck a tool and start steppin
First lesson, aint no question, you gotta have protection
Sheets on the streets showin niggas defeats
And most beef don't cease 'til the trigga release
Livin hard, givin scars, gettin noise from hustlin
Slangin gangbangin run a game in musslin
Trustin nothin, sayin fuck it is the slogan
Everywhere we go we off the chronic and the potion
>from the ocean to the city to the valley to the bay
Niggas on the mission for the cabbage every day
Cutthroats, gunsmoke, dope and hoes
What controls niggas souls on the streets i roll
Bold letters think the gangs where i bang is at
Saints, cowboys, steelers and raider hats
Though i know we all the same no matter what we claim
If you a nigga you a nigga and that aint gon change
We love martin luther king but respected malcolm
Cuz he didn't give a fuck about the outcome

Chorus 2x